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Just whistling
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Just whistling |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
I'm just whistling along my road, Came to the corner of lost and confused, Just a smile accompanied with my heavy load, While I trudge along feeling neglected and abused, You took my heart, made it thump, You gave me a kiss, put wings on my shoes, My hand was cold, you gave it warmth, Your memories silver line the rainy clouds, So I smile, as I whistle along my road, Dreaming of the days when I'll make my parents proud, And whoever thought I'd love you still, Laying on my couch, forever still, So maybe, I'll swing my legs around, I'll sit up, Tie a flag around my wrist, you know the one, With the stars and the strips, With the blood and the white, And take a long walk, whistling the star spangled banner, Be a proud yank, and relive the memories past, So give me a kiss, squeeze my hand once more, Give me a reason, just give me a reason, While you walk away, I smile, For you refusing me, gave me my reason, My reason to be more, Be more then just me, Then I wake up, and I remember... I can't whistle. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Hello, Lost. I was just about to dismiss this as an uncool mix of love/patriotism where the lines are blurred to non-Americans, but then, oh but then....you slammed me with the ending, and it became a hip, and very cool satire. Nice one. Sutra 8: Faith is not an alternative to thought: the one excludes the other. |
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